Ollie Newburn and the Phantom Unicorn

It was a dreary afternoon at Rastrick High School. The clouds hung low, casting eerie shadows across the playground. The students buzzed about, but Ollie Newburn felt a peculiar chill in the air. Ollie, with his infamous unibrow, was known for his vivid imagination, but today something felt different.

As the bell rang, Ollie trudged toward his next class, History. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. His footsteps echoed through the corridor until he reached Room 13. There, the air seemed to thicken, and a strange energy pulsed through the walls. Ollie took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

The classroom was dimly lit, the usual hum of student chatter replaced by an unsettling silence. At the front of the class stood Mrs. Trelawney, a stern teacher with a mysterious air about her. Her eyes fixed on Ollie as he entered, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Take your seat, Mr. Newburn,” she instructed, her voice barely above a whisper.

As Ollie settled into his chair, he noticed something odd. In the corner of the room, where the shadows seemed to dance, a shape began to form. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen—a ghostly unicorn, its mane shimmering with a spectral glow. It was both terrifying and mesmerising.

The unicorn's eyes locked with Ollie's, and he felt a jolt of fear. The creature seemed to be silently pleading for help, its presence filling the room with an overwhelming sense of urgency.

“Ollie, are you alright?” asked a classmate, breaking the spell.

Ollie blinked, the unicorn vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. He nodded, but his mind raced. What was happening? Why had the unicorn appeared to him?

Throughout the lesson, Ollie's thoughts drifted back to the unicorn. Mrs. Trelawney's voice became a distant murmur as he pieced together the fragments of a story he'd once heard—a tale of a phantom unicorn, cursed to wander the halls of Rastrick High until someone brave enough lifted its curse.

Determined to uncover the truth, Ollie spent the next few days searching for clues. He combed through the library, finding old records that hinted at a terrible injustice long ago. The unicorn was a guardian, wronged by a powerful sorcerer, and trapped between worlds.

Ollie knew what he had to do. On a stormy Friday afternoon, he returned to Room 13. The air crackled with tension as he stood in the centre of the room, calling out to the phantom unicorn.

“I know your story,” he declared, his voice steady.

The unicorn appeared once more, its eyes filled with a mixture of hope and sorrow. Ollie reached out, his hand brushing against the unicorn's ethereal mane. A surge of energy coursed through him, and in that moment, he understood the unicorn's plight.

As if guided by an unseen force, Ollie spoke the words of an ancient incantation he'd discovered in the dusty tomes of the library. The room filled with a radiant light, the shadows dissolving into nothingness. The unicorn reared up, a triumphant whinny echoing through the halls.

Then, as suddenly as it had come, the light faded. The unicorn was gone, its spirit finally free. Ollie stood alone in the silent classroom, his heart pounding with the enormity of what had transpired.

From that day on, Ollie was different. He walked the halls of Rastrick High with a new sense of purpose, the ghostly unicorn's gratitude echoing in his thoughts. And though the corridors were no longer haunted, the legend of the phantom unicorn lived on in whispered stories, passed down from student to student, as a reminder of the power of courage and compassion.